Pablo & Gunner

Keep rollin', told me to keep rollin'

A street soldier, funerals before this beef over

Malik Yoba, undercover type that keep notice

Humble as ever when I speak sober

Came with Georgia plates on a beach rover

Rocker's addiction, no less than three sodas

Sweet odor, smellin' like granny back in the kitchen

Like who need cola, trappin' the banny back in position

**** is sweet soldiers, I'm back for my spot

****, your lease over, hood elected at C&E's

My **** the streets voted

Chasin' TD Runners, keep me a scam

Bleed with my man, touchin' more than I can reach with my hand

The fly is severed, it look different when you see me on land

It came in light, it came in dark, recorded Gina and Pam

It went from watching Martin to his coppin' carver

Played the liquor store like we was alcoholics

Know they on us, trap regardless

Hordomatics, packed revolvers, trappin'

Duckin' the black Impala, ain't tryin' to be in the back of the wagon

I'm stashin' my pack and I'm packin' by yonder

Cookin' Madonna, sweatin' a sauna

Lost some weight, but I'm a grinder

Front liner, whenever it's drama, know where to find us

On my mama

See through the bull shit, you can't blind us

Like the horses with the blinders

Came with horses in the 'rari

But you need a fortune just to sign us

Bust here the marijuana

With your bitch, we at Katana

Eatin' steak and fried rice

High Life, this our life

Everything tailored, we're the Tiana

White girl around us, callin' Madonna

White boy, I kill you, that's where the dance

And lean in his casket, dyin' designer

Try to be honest, really don't care if it's not by no commas

I bought both of them bucks like Giannis

These bitch can't swim with piranhas

Nipsey, I'm shinin'

Nipsey, we climbin', I know you proud of your ****

We bombin', ****, we rockin', ****, we rollin'

Shit ain't gon' stop, we takin' it over

****, you ain't a way-ho

The fool and the baby, you pushin' the stroller

Pop, bust, I'm cookin' it over

Veterans here, you rookires, it's over

Yall sit on my shoulders

Gave her some powder, Johnson & Johnson

Took it from Johnson, way off to Compton

Get rich or die trying, theres really no option

I think of Bully when I'm sliding through Bompton

Pablo and Gunnar got so much in common

Talking about Chris, not cause of a thug

I don't need much, show me some love

The homies that died, they still on my conscience

Original kinda shit, shouldn't confess

**** put under, it's bigger than critical

Somebody dyin', clutchin' a pole on the side

Duck when the bullets just fly

Duck when the bullets just comin'

Just look at them pussies, they runnin'

Them bullets keep hummin'

Them drummers, they come with a hundred

You **** ain't bobbin'

They're weavin' the storm when thunder

Yeah!